"Ten... nine... eight..." intoned the voice slowly; she was gone before he reached seven.
Sylvie found herself walking across a field of the brightest emerald green, her bare feet caressed by soft blades of grass. She looked down to see that she was wearing a dress she didn't remember owning, a long gown of pale lavender floaty gauze. The warm breeze played in her long hair, creating a mess of gentle tangles, and Sylvie laughed in pure joy, though she had no idea where she was.
Seeing a sparkling stream nearby, she followed it through the hillside 'til she came to a small cottage that appeared to be quite old. As she walked down the path the door creaked open and an old woman stepped out and called to her by name. "Sylvie, come here child, I've made a lunch for us to share."
Surprised that the old lady knew her, but pleased none the less and sensing no danger, Sylvie followed her around to the back of the cottage where a small wooden table and two chairs sat in the midst of a beautiful garden of wildflowers, purple and blue, pink and orange, a rainbow of blossoms.
Seating herself in the chair across from the old woman, Sylvie surveyed her plate which held delicate cucumber sandwiches, a salad of nuts, greens and berries, and tiny teacakes sprinkled with colored sugar. She watched as the old lady poured her a glass of tea. "Go ahead child, eat!" said the old lady who introduced herself as Fiori, "I've been waiting for you to come, we've much to talk about!"
Realizing at that moment how hungry and thirsty she was, Sylvie tasted the food and drink, and found it to be wonderful. She looked up curiously to find Fiori smiling, and waited for her to begin speaking while she ate.
"Do you remember when you were small and you used to come and visit me?" Fiori said.
Sylvie had to admit that she didn't, but still, there was something that seemed very familiar about the old woman.
"We used to share cookies and tea and have long talks about life and what it would be like when you grew older. We talked about the happy times to come, and the hard things you would have to go through on your way to growing up." "But as you got older you stopped believing" Fiori said wistfully, as her voice trailed off. "It's been so long since I've seen you," she continued, her eyes sparkling. "You look so happy now, just as I used to tell you that someday you would be. See... in the end everything works out just right, doesn't it?"
Sylvie grew quiet, and then responded, "For a long time I didn't think so, it seemed that my life just kept getting worse and worse. Every time I believed in someone it turned out to be a mistake. Then finally, one day not too many years ago, I realized that I was going about life all wrong. I was trying to make things happen then way I wanted, trying to force my life to fit me, instead of letting God change me and give me what was best. Once I stopped trying to control things and handed it over to God amazing things began to happen. And yes, look at me now; in just a few years my life has changed completely! I am happy in ways I never thought were possible! That doesn't mean that every day is good and everything that happens is fun, but I have learned that if I hold tight and keep believing, it will work itself out and I will be ok."
"That's the secret, Sylvie, that's what I tried to tell you but you had to find out on your own... most folks do. We have to believe; it really is that simple. When we believe we learn to trust, and we have reason to hope. When we believe good things begin to happen, faith attracts light and love!"
"Wake up, Sylvie, wake up now! Open your eyes!" Sylvie heard the voice from some far away place and groaned at the intrusion. Moving through the fog, she opened her eyes as commanded, squinting at the glaring light overhead. Ah yes, now she remembered... the operating room... the mask over her face... the surgery... it must be over. Her eyelids were still feeling much too heavy to hold open, so she drifted gently back to sleep, smiling as she waved goodbye to Fiori who smiled back and faded softly away."
This post was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the prompt choices this week are think and sleep...
Come and join us there!